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joshlmbrt · 29 days

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i am in the middle of a charlie walker brainrot so. hear me out on this req. what if he had the biggest crush on the reader, like writing all his thoughts about reader in a diary or something. and reader finds the diary. you can decide the rest

charlie walker brainrot you say? (i am as well). thank you for this request!! sorry it took so long! i hope i do it justice! <3 w; fem!reader - anyone can read though, i barely use descriptions :) (you can change the pronouns to your liking!) fluffy!

the door flies open, causing your brows to lift slightly and charlie’s hair to jostle at the movement.

“did you forget i was coming?”

“what? no, no. of course not. i-i was just - uh - i was finishing up on homework.”

wrong.

he was writing in his journal about how you looked today and how he could barely even speak. he’d gotten every answer wrong when called on because he was only thinking about you.

“mhm,” your left brow stays slightly lifted as you give an accusatory up and down causing him to shift on his legs. “so… are we gonna watch those cheesy horror movies you picked out? or do you want me to just stand on your doorstep?”

he thinks you’re serious or upset with him, but he notices the teasing smile that makes its way onto your face. “no. sorry. come in,” he walks away. “i’ll get started on popping some popcorn and getting some other snacks. any drinks?”

“cherry coke?” you’re already halfway up the steps, stopping just to peek into the kitchen over the railing.

“of course.” he nods, watching you disappear up the steps. he lets out a little sigh, tossing the unpopped kernels into the microwave, pressing 2, the smell of butter filling his nose.

meanwhile, you make yourself comfortable on his flannel sheets, rolling onto your stomach and grabbing the tapes on his nightstand he had rented for your movie night, a journal falling to the ground.

‘DO NOT OPEN’ was written with black ink, several lines going over the lettering which makes it look slightly indented.

your brows lift, head tilting as you pick it up from the ground. your eyes cast a look towards the door you’d kept slightly open, before looking back towards the journal that you’re clearly not gonna look in.

you chew at the inside of your cheek, letting out a dejected sigh. “sorry, charlie…” he shouldve had a locked diary at least.

your interest was piqued when you noticed a little doodle on the first page. charlie was quiet about his talents - writing? wonderful. small drawings or doodles? believe it or not, he was great at them.

your fingers run over the doodle of yourself, a small smile pulling at your lips. you slowly turn the page and read the date before the chicken scrawl that was charlie walker’s handwriting.

‘it’s infuriating really - how she doesn’t know. about how i crave the affection she can give me, yet i still run from it. it’s not her fault really, she didn’t decide to be a loveable creature with pretty eyes and-‘

the journal is yanked from your hands, your eyes wide as you stare at charile who’s face is red and eyes turned down in embarrassment.

“can’t you read?” he points to the front.

“i definitely can…” you nod. “i… did you mean those things?”

he lets his shoulders slump and allows himself to sit next to you because this is probably the last time you’d want to be around a creep like him.

nothing he wrote or drew is remotely something an actual creep would do - yet he can’t help but think about how disgusted you might feel.

“yeah,” he shrugs. “for…for awhile - i think?” he never looks up once and you wish he would so you can look at him. “i…im sorry. i know you probably don’t like the way i wrote about you or-or-”

“charlie…” your hand reaches for his. he finally looks up, hesitating and pursing his plush red lips. you smile softly, your thumb moving along his knuckles as you scoot closer. “can i… kiss you?”

his brain short circuits and his lips part, brows lifting slightly at the words because he wasn’t expecting you to say that. “i…uh, yeah. sure. why not?”

you smile at his stumbled on words, leaning closer, eyes fluttering close as your lips brush against his. it’s hesitant because it’s still so new. his lips press against yours finally, hand reaching up and cupping your cheek with more sure movements.

he sucks in a deep breath, tilting his head and your head the way he wants to go, thumb pressing into the soft skin of your flushed cheek. you smile against his lips, pulling away slowly and resting your forehead against his.

“does…that mean you like me too?”

you laugh softly, your own hands lifting and tucking his hair behind his ears before holding his cheeks and rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. “i believe it does, walker.”

#cherry writes ✿#charlie walker x fem!reader #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x you #rory culkin x fem!reader #rory culkin x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Hı! Hello !!! Can i get a Gangle x reader ?

Reader is Ambivert, cheerful, supportive and flirty.

She calls Gangle "Ribbons, sweety, little baby etc."

Reader has braids and use red ribbons for her to match Gangle (like Byonetta's braids as example)

And sings for them if she is upset.

İ love Gangle so much☺️

-Sweety Anon💗

Gangle x supportive!flirty!reader!

i overestimated how many requests were in my inbox since some of the asks was weird stuff im not even going to entertain and/or people being nice (haaaai i read all yalls messages i just dont answer them because i hoard them ehehehe i appreciate them loads/gen) so i might be able to catch up on requests today !!

honestly i think someone in her corner rooting for her is just something she needs; while not everyone is mean to her (it seems its mostly jax being mean to her on purpose)

always seems to perk up when youre around/enter the room

a lot of the times you guys hang out in her room or wander around the grounds. usually when you guys are in her room together you guys are just existing in comfortable silence... though i do think you guys have a lot of conversations about random stuff; from what happened throughout that day or really anything that comes up

likes braiding your hair, it gives her something new to do and it allows for some extra time for you guys to hang out and talk... i think you guys would spend a lot of time with one another

that said i dont think she would like you flirting with her in front of others. its not that she doesnt like your advances or wants to hide your relationship. no shes just shy and doesnt like everyones eyes on her... even if no one is actually looking

like you guys are usually holding hands or hanging around one another in the communal spaces of the circus, but flirting in front of others is where she draws the line... though pet names are fine

rarely gets upset with you, hell even if you did the above she might not get mad. maybe a little tiny bit upset but shes not going to pick an argument.. but that might be because gangle is bad at setting and enforcing boundaries

but thats a whole other can of worms for another day but i trust the reader would be able to pick up on something being wrong and working with gangle to get that sweet sweet communication

gangle personally is an introvert imo. has a shorter social battery so sometimes she might feel bad when she has to disconnect from an event when youre still kicking, so please reassure her that her taking care of herself is more important

might gently deny you if you try to offer to step away from the current social activity to spend time with her; this is kind of a mix of her needing to recharge and her not wanting you to feel like you have to sacrifice your social life for you. equal parts of both i think

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #gangle x reader #gangle x you #gangle imagine

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thvshusband · 9 months

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“i’m sorry”

dom!patrick bateman x afab!reader

warnings: hickeys, cunnilingus, throat fucking, protected sex, riding, softie patrick, minors dni!

word count: 1.3k

A/N: i’m sorry if it seems kind of rushed, i just really wanted to finish it today. i hope you enjoy!

you were watching a movie when your husband patrick came home after a stressful day at work agitated. he takes off his coat and hangs it up on the rack. he takes off his shoes and puts them near the door. you go up to him and kiss him happily.

“y/n, please i’m not in the mood right now. i had a shitty day at work and i just can’t deal with you right now,” patrick says, trying to keep his cool. psychical affection is something he is not fond of, especially public affection. you back off him, trying not to push his buttons.

“what happened at work today?” you ask, wondering why he is so on edge.

“well, paul is now in charge of the fisher account when he knows i’m more qualified for it and i’ve been wanting it,” patrick replies with an obvious agitation in his voice.

you get up and motion for him to sit on the couch. you try not to be close to him so he can’t become even more pissy. he sits down and turns the volume up on the tv. you pour him a glass of j&b and corona and kiss him on the cheek before you got ready for bed.

you enter your bedroom and strip off all of your clothes. you put on a silk robe before going to the connecting bathroom and turning on the bath’s faucet. you plug the drain and put in rose petals and bubble bath liquid. you light your favorite candle and grab your favorite book.

you hear your bedroom door open and see patrick entering. he sits on the bed and takes off his socks. he throws them into the hamper. you go over to him, smiling subtly.

“so, patrick, i’m drawing a bath for myself, do you want to join me? i just want to help you relax,” you say, trying not to get on his nerves.

“honey, i’m okay. i just think i need to be left alone,” patrick says, trying not to get angrier.

“oh, okay. i’ll be getting ready for bed, love you.”

“love you too,” patrick says before you kiss him softly, causing him to smile.

after you have a relaxing bath, you slip into your pink silk nightgown, brush your teeth, and doing your skincare. you walk into the bedroom and get under the covers next to patrick, who is watching TV. he’s still not in a great mood, but is feeling a little bit better from what you can tell. you reach for his hand and he moves it away; you take the hint and move away from him a little bit. he looks over and sees you’re visibly upset, which makes him move his hand to where yours is and holds your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

patrick turns to face you and looks into your tired eyes.

“i’m sorry for how i was before, im just super stressed out because of work. i love you so much, i hope you’re not mad at me,” he apologizes.

you’re so confused and surprised. patrick apologizing to you? that’s something you never thought would happen. but yet, he’s sorry and actually owning up to his mistakes.

he pulls you into a long and loving kiss, the second part of his apology. you kissed him back and pull him into a deeper, loving kiss. he moves closer to you and holds your face as he starts to make out with you. patrick’s hands roam to the straps of your nightgown and pull them down to your elbows, exposing your chest. he grabs and squeezes your left boob and starts kissing your neck. he starts to leave hickeys all the way down your neck and moves his mouth down to your nipple and starts sucking on it softly. he gropes your right boob with his hand while he has his mouth on your left.

“mmh, patrick!” you moan, almost overwhelmed by the pleasure your husband is giving you.

he responds by kissing down your torso to where your nightgown is and pulls it the rest of the way off. he resumes kissing down your body until he got to your pretty white lace panties. he looks up to you, waiting for you to grant him permission with a “yes!” and he slips your panties off. he spreads your legs and stares at your glistening slit before he licks in between your pussy lips.

he licks up and down your pussy before he starts sucking on your pretty pearl of a clit. you gasp and moan breathily at the sudden feeling.

“oh, fuck patrick!” you yell, causing him to speed up and start fingering you slowly.

he speeds up when he notices you’re getting closer. he starts being rougher with his tongue on your pussy and moves his face closer to your sex in between your thighs as he grips them.

soon, you were on the verge of cumming and patrick had added a second and third finger, moving them fast in and out of your sopping wet cunt as he sucked on your clit.

“fuck, patrick, im cumming, im cumming!” you manage to squeeze out as your his skillful tongue has made you unable to think, overcome by pleasure.

you cum all over his lips and tongue, which he licks up.

“such a good job for me, pretty girl,” patrick compliments you.

you become flustered after hearing patrick saying such nice things to you. him being a softie is something he’s only done after arguments and on your wedding night.

patrick comes back up to your face and starts making out with you again, this time rougher and more desperate. he starts unbuttoning his shirt and you teach for his belt, unbuckling it. you unbutton his pants and unzip them. you pull his pants down and off, revealing his huge bulge and white calvin klein underwear. you pull his thick, long, and veiny cock out of them.

you spit on his dick and start plant sloppy kisses around the head while occasionally kitty licking his slit. he groans in response. you begin sucking on the head and stroking the base of his dick. soon enough, you take his entire length in and patrick grabs ahold of your hair. once you give him a thumbs-up signal, he starts thrusting his cock all the way down your throat, making you have the urge to gag.

once he goes faster, you try to hold back from gagging; but it soon comes too much when he gets close to cumming. you slap the front of his thigh to let him know he needs to give you a break. you take his length out of your mouth and try to catch your breath while coughing.

“are you okay, (y/n)?” patrick asks with a concerned look on his face.

“i’m okay, just needed a breather,” you reassure him.

you take his length back into your mouth, but ease into it a lot slower than last time. soon enough, he’s cumming, warm semen flowing down your throat.

you take your mouth off of his cock and go to get a condom. you put the condom onto patrick’s dick and he lays down. you sit on his cock and don’t move for a little, letting yourself adjust to his size. a few minutes later you start to move slowly, making sure he hits your g-spot.

well into the night, you can’t stop moaning and patrick is becoming vocal as well, considering he’s usually very quiet except for a sigh after pulling out of you. now sore, you get off of patrick and take the condom off, throwing it into the trash can next to your bed. you lay on his chest. he pecks your forehead.

“i had a great time tonight, again, im sorry for being a dick earlier. i hope you accept my apology,” patrick says.

“i accept your apology patrick. i love you,” you say, smiling.

“i love you too.”

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typekiku · 5 months

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TSUKIHIME FASHION REVIEW 3!!!

under the dark crimson moon, i write this newest entry of the much awaited much beloved tsukihime fashion review.

it's a duty i must carry out for the sake of the generations of lost sheep both before and after my time that have yet to truly appreciate the true depth of style that is contained within the single greatest visual novel known to mankind (according to me)

yet, i feel as if i am not doing my duty to its fullest... how can i possibly adequately sum the glory of todays fashionista? how can i dare attempt to sum that up?? no! i cannot waver in my faith in my incredibly lacking writing skills nor fear people figuring out this barely has anything to do with fashion... I WILL PERSEVERE!!

on with the show as the youth say!

(SPOILER ALERT: i should mention ill probably end up spoiling a shit ton of oghime and whatnot here so watch out)

so without further ado todays subject is:

drum roll

MORE DRUM ROLL

thanks uhh whatever you are from

MICHAEL ROA VALDAMJONG

yes the one and only roa

BROA

the legend himself, the Serpent of Akasha, Uroboros, the founder of the burial agency, the infinite reincarnatior, and professional Arcueid simp.

we have gathered here today to judge his design and uh fashion ig and whatever else i feel like ranting today about.

lets get right to it.

look at this dude all shirtless and shit like cmon so shameless... cover em up damn. seriously tho this man has a thing for showing off his (or should i say others) bodies like you will see soon.

i guess this comes down to him enjoying the freedom of being fully in control of whatever body he is currently occupying actually?

maybe this is some super deep look into the merits of semi nudism or whatever idk im not smart.

probably takeuchi just wanted an excuse to draw some seriously ripped abs actually i mean this might seriously be the most abby abs we ever see in any TM work. its fucking shredded and roa probably knew that. weirdo

on the flipside that majestic hair is simply incredible. DAMN thats some 10/10 hair. only other hair in this series that compares is my wife arcueid's long hair before her mean little (Older actually but idc) Altrouge got all mean and shit.

umm who is this? what happened to my incredible haired roa?? TAKEUCHI WHERE ARE YOU??? someone please give me back long haired roa... this isnt funny...

do you see what we lost? long gorgeous haired roa should've stayed and im genuinely upset we lost him to this admittingly much better dressed roa. im ashamed of you serpent of fraudkasha

fr tho where tf did he even get this rockstar ass drip anyways? we know SHIKI has been locked up in the outside house for awhile before released thanks to a certain maid... did he just drop by the local hot topic or whatever? did he manifest it through sheer willpower and arcueid simpery?

understandable tbh i too acheive things through arcueid simpery such as dirty stares and social exclusion!!

for reference, here is SHIKI

yea

i guess he just uhh changes him which in hindsight is really fucking sad to think about so lets not

uhh ANYWAYS

ok so ignoring ciel on the right elesia or should i say roa decides the very first thing hes gonna do in poor elesias body is to strip it naked

huh?

yea roa is definitely a weird one. no wonder the other ancestors hate him (besides nero because he is #HIM)

sick cape tho

why is he so hot here actually? what the hell? i underestimated his looks like damn

no really why is he so hot anyways he should look like an absolute freak like he actually is. i see you roa. i see you got that long braid wrapped around your neck like damn son... you may have fallen in love with a literal killing machine and never even got to speak to her till the very very end but i see you.

rizzless bastard.

well thats enough from me so ill drop this classic mahoyo line because i found it very funny without context.

ciao!

#type moon #tsukihime #roa #broa #serpentofakasha #arcueid brunestud #ciel #shiki

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wienertit · 9 months

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SUPER LONG ITAPAN RAMBLE INCOMING!!!!

OKAY. OKAY. its been a while since ive rambled on this account so today im going to clear up how i see itapan so that no one gets confused when i say “i dont think they would ever date” and then proceed to draw them making out or whatever.

when you hear “one sided itapan” you might think italy has the stronger feelings (because he’s the one approaching and hugging and kissing japan or whatever) but i feel that it’s actually japan with the stronger feelings.

when italy’s affectionate towards japan, its not because he’s necessarily attracted to him, but that’s just how he behaves. i think that he’s kind of trying to lead him on so japan is nicer to him. italy has been coddled his entire life like he’s been taken care of by austria and hungary and spain and france and germany and literally everyone loves him. and he KNOWS that everyone loves him so he purposefully babies himself to others so he can get even more special treatment. hes an annoying little asshole who uses his good looks and weakness to get out of trouble and i love it!!!

throughout the series (both in anime, manga, and a little in hetamyu), japan actually grows a bit of a soft spot for italy because of how weak and pathetic he makes himself seem. at first he’s polite and awkward because he idolized italy to be strong and capable, but once his expectations are SHATTERED he gradually begins to want to take care of him in a way. he doesn’t get mad at him as often and sometimes even defends him when germany is upset or lecturing him (like in hetalia fantasia). he tucks him in bed and lets him sleep on his chest and share a bed and bathe together and do the gayest shit ever. i probably would’ve thought “well thats because he’s too polite to refuse” but he ACTIVELY wants to do this stuff with him. he puts a hand on his back to keep him in place when he rests on his chest. he visits italy often and loves to cook with/for him. he wants to learn how to hug and kiss him back even after italy says its fine. he writes him letters and a SONG where he asks italy to visit him and gives him a pressed flower bookmark. japan goes out of his way to return italy’s affection and spend time with him while italy just does it because he’s italy.

i dont really think it’s a “sad” one-sided crush because in the end they’re still friends! they still both care about each other and confide in one another and hang out. italy isnt just affectionate to japan because he wants to lead him on and get more special treatment, but because they’re friends and he does still like him platonically! they can act like a couple without actually BEING one and thats insane!!! i love that shit!!!!!

ive mentioned how itager/gerita was my first hetalia ship and it still stands as one of my favorites. the problem is that im PICKY with it because i dont like a lot of the fandoms’ interpretations of them. i guess i wasnt as picky with itapan and liked it simultaneously with (although much more than) itager. but when i rewatched all of hetalia over the spring i realized how much MORE i liked itapan in the context of itager, which kind of blew my mind. like i remember mentioning to some itapan friends how i think they would never date and i still stand with that today. like italy and germany are too busy trying to win eachother over and they would just get together instead. japan actually likes his friends though and wants them to be happy so he would just go “ok” and move on while still doing all that gay shit with them. i guess jt makes itapan more of a brotp but it doesnt make it any less enjoyable for me. i LIKE to see them hanging out and being friends and dont really mind fanart where they’re dating or whatever because i can just pretend that they’re not!

anyways sorry for being a little insane i hate itapan but i actually love itapan okay i love them okay yahoo!

#itapan #ramble

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cluelylikesporn · 6 months

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okay exam update cuz im actually really pissed off.

so im autistic + adhd, and only been diagnosed relatively recently, so i havent really been getting assistance until now. (autism diagnosis last year, adhd 2 years ago.)

my last exam was (still is) this period, and im going home once i finish it. one of my other exams i was sent to special ed (it’s called different things in australia and other schools but i dont wanna get doxxed) and the chick helping me (we’ll call her charlie) told me she couldnt even read the questions out to me… like i legit get more help in my normal exam conditions.

she told me WHILE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK “i think i know why your so upset, because you know you dont listen in class and just sleep and draw on your hand.” cunt, what..?

HOW ARE YOU WORKING WITH NEURODIVERGENT KIDS..?

i literally have spent my whole life wondering why i cant listen in class and hearing “just reread it.” or “your not listening hard enough.” is so fucking tiring. maybe explain it? she refused to help me because i “wasnt approved” to have a helper

the school knows im autistic so why do i have to be approved to get the help i need? like you dont have to make up all these forms and files. you have teachers who can help me literally in the building who could help me but you refuse.

okok i got rlly off topic but tldr on what happened today:

my teacher sent me to the special ed area to do my exam (last time he did they told me to go back) also shout out to my english teacher hes a legend. he gave me my sheet, i took a ritalin, said bye to the people i liked and left. (i used to take ritalin daily but now i jst take it to focus better in exams and shit)

i went to se and saw a couple kids i knew. one i hated and didnt know why he was there, one who has some mental problems so i understood why he was there. hes a sweetie. and some chick i knew who broke her wrist and had to write on a laptop.

so one by one they were assigned a teacher who would sit with them and help them/ read out questions and then the lady said “oh chloe your not supposed to be here, you have to go back to class.”

are you fucking kidding me.

i completely understand its not her or my teachers fault im not meant to be there, but im allowed to be a little frustrated. i asked why i kept getting sent here and why i couldn’t get help.

same shit about documents and boring stuff.

keep in mind i get ndis funding so i thought that would impact my education experience but nope, literally nothing. i also understand there could be things my mum hasnt done and that’s completely ok she has her own life, but also THE SCHOOL KNOWS IM AUTISTIC. that should be enough. its like i only get the help if i start ditching class and become an eshay or some shit like i shouldnt have to become a troubled kid to get help.

so the lady said my only benefit i even got from the school is like 5 minutes extra time. and she told me i could either go back to class or do my exam here( which means i could get no help/ questions read to me.)

ngl this was dumb of me but i said ok bc i didnt want to go back to class after saying bye to everyone😭

so i sat there with one airpod in, a pen that didnt fucking work, the only help i could get was eavesdropping on what the assistant teachers were saying but they were so quiet. i did manage to write some stuff but it was pretty fucking stressful. i couldnt stop thinking about what charlie said (the lady helping me with my maths the week before.)

this may sound super dumb but i saw a crow fly onto a table outside and i felt like it was watching over me. like it was looking right at me. it made me feel a bit better and i got some work done.

it wouldve been fine if those fucking assistant teachers didnt keep giving me pitiful looks like bro. i know im fucked.

anyway i finished my exam (barely) and went to the bathroom to tell my friend ab what happened, caught a bus home and am about to play dbd 😾

sorry for the long post im jst so pissed😭 but ily guys and ill post i swear🙏

song of the day:

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #spotify #the walking dead #dead by daylight #metal #metallica #elvira #autism #adhd #spiderman #scott pilgrim #rammstein #elton john #australia #exams

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chayannecraft · 5 months

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hey the last drawing will probably be uploaded tomorrow!! i know you'll understand but i've been very busy today :)

anyway i'm curious about if the other eggs have any sort of role in your au??

OH and if you want to talk abt what chayanne and phil's relationship is like, i've been very curious about that lol bc it seems like phil's both very protective of him and doesn't care about him that much. not saying you haven't thought it out i'm just eager to look more into his character!

Hello!! Yeah no I understand I’ve been super busy too. Finals season and everythang. It’s a curse. Oh my god. (Which is why im so late answering this ask hello omg!!!) But anyways yes hello oh my god questions!!!! 💖💖💖!!!!! YES!!! I WILL ANSWER

The other eggs have very loose roles but they do exist!! They sort of take up the space of the descendants-of-the-champions roles that Sidon and the others fill (although I’m not sure who is who at the moment, would have to think about that a little more!!) (I have no idea what role Tallulah plays, but I think she might be traveling around with Wilbur, more info on that later) but sometimes they’re also just like, normal random kids. They are all friends I promise. I don’t have a lot on them though so this is not that coherent.

CHAYANNE AND PHIL. WOUGH BOY. THIS IS A LONG ONE

You were right in that Phil is very protective of Chayanne!! I think a part of him knew Chayanne was The Chosen Hero, but when faced with the decision to send him off to what very well could have been his sons death, if not horrific trauma he was like um. No lol. Not doing that.

A consequence of the storyline in general is Phil isn’t very mentioned a lot, so it gives off the idea that he’s uncaring towards Chayanne, but I promise you that’s not the case!! (Not to make fun of you or call you out of course). Phil is actually very loving towards his son, and was devastated when he ran away with the Master Sword.

Then (for reasons I haven’t thought up yet) he’s pretty distracted but desperately trying to get his kid back. Until the calamity happens and they fail. Then he’s under the impression his son is just dead and he’s in mourning for the next 100 years (Why is he still alive in 100 years, you ask! Well! I took everything from these kids and I think taking their parents is a little bit too cruel so everybody is blessed by some sort of god that expands their lifespan a couple hundred ok :D!!!)

And then a little bit after botw someone goes to Philza and is like hey. The hero is back. He’s hanging out with Princess Pomme. He looks a lot like the missing hero from 100 years ago. Your son. Might be your son Phil. And Phil basically takes 3 seconds to process this before clawing himself up from his depression and being like OK. WE’RE GONNA GO GET HIM!!! AND IF ANYBODY TRIES TO STOP ME IM MAULING THEM. Of course he gets to hyrule RIGHT as totk plot starts and Chayanne goes missing so kind of an L BUT THEY DO REUNITE!!!

They get their moments. They also get a really tearful reunion where Chayanne is like dad im so sorry for running off oh my god :( I forgot you for a hundred years you must be so upset with me. And Philza is hugging him like oh my god my kid is ok. Oh my god. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WHAT THE FUCK. And then just caries him around. And probably has some sort of beef with Missa because that’s Chayanne’s Hyrule-Dad. Meanwhile Pomme stands in the back ready to kill him if he makes one wrong move.

There’s a side story kind of sequel relating to that where Pomme and Chayanne have to grapple with the fact that Chay is also a prince and his dad misses him dearly and wants him to come home but they don’t want to be separated ever for the rest of their lives. Maybe even some parent bonding. Like a little family-person drama to contrast the cursed-destiny-supernatural-calamity drama and probably some Death Family Bonding.

#qsmp botw au #asks #thank you so much medli whenever you send me asks I’m like !!!! ASK FOR ME?? PEOPLE LIKE?? WANT ME TO TALK!:#I LOVE YOUR QUESTIONS ALWAYS #I love Philza in botw au his suffering is never ending #straight up thought his kid was dead. finds put he isnt. hauls ass over there. actually your son is missing again lol #reminds me that I have a bunch of mini qsmp botw aus that branch out. like a ton. some of them are cool (the parents fight to get their #kids back in totk bc they both go missing) and others are #just batshit insane #COUGH COUGH MY PURGATORY AU WHERE CHAY AND POMME JUST.#END UP THERE AND ARE LIKE OH THAT EYE GUY IS CALAMITY?#WE CAN KILL HIM. and then they do. purgatory over everybody go home #but honestly that one is just an excuse for me to do more mini codebreakers who are ride or die for each orher #*other #and just general purgatory and badassery

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rhyme-draws-stuff · 1 month

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Fantrolls introduction + Artdump

I made these guys all the way back in October 2023, when I was a bit less than halfway through the comic. They were originally made for a roleplay server but I got too burnt out from school to actually join, and my anxiety was acting up. They're moirails, and wear each other's colors to show that :D

✨a bunch more art and rambling below cut!✨

Name: Iridia Rimian Pronouns: she/they Gender: demigirl Age: 8 sweeps Height: 5'4 Blood: Teal Classpect: Maid of Heart Derse Dreamer

Iridia's the first fantroll I've ever made, she's not exactly supposed to be a trollsona but she kind of started out that way and I did pour all of the anxieties I had at the time into her when I created her, and also gave her my love of cardigans and drawing, her outfit is modeled after one of mine, and we have the same pronouns. So they're a bit of a self insert in those regards.

Iridia is incredibly scared of the future, she's constantly burnt out and all she wants to do is stay home and draw forever. She struggles to make meaningful connections with people, and is pretty sure she won't live longer than 10 sweeps. Luckily she's not completely alone in the world, she has her moiral and her lussus!

Typing quirk example:

Your Trolltag is iridescentMelody, and you … pause a lot because . you can.t always . think of the right words … … and sometimes you trail off and forget …

… what you were going to say . … you don.t have any variety to your . punctuation . so you have a collection of emoticons to . convey expressions with .^. ^.^ .-. .^. .0. .u. .o. .v. ._. .~. .'. .×. … … … and … … … … … … when you.re … overwhelmed … talking gets … even harder … … … … and you may use just ._. emoticons to express .~. your feelings .×. … but at other times you can be . a bit long winded . you want to make sure that you.re understood correctly . and all of your points . get conveyed .

Name: Galani Darmor Pronouns: alright with any, but especially likes he/her (specifically in those tenses), ae/aer, and shine/shines Gender: Hero Age: 8.3 sweeps Height: 4'5 Blood: Violet Classpect: Knight of Hope Prospit Dreamer

I made Galani because I realized that Iridia would simply not survive alone in the world, and then as I fleshed aer out to contrast to her I got really attached. A lot of parts of her are also inspired by parts of myself! But maybe a bit less

her deal is basically that he has a huge hero complex. He carries herself with a lot of confidence, which he mostly feels, but he gets very upset if he doesn't feel he's living up to the standard of being "heroic" that he's set up for herself. Galani can get pretty in shines head about issues of morality.

Typing quirk example:

Your Trolltag is mechaHero, and ✨you talk with a lot of ENTHUSIASM and EMPHASIS!✨ ✨and you like to let people know when you APPROVE 👍 or DISAPPROVE 👎✨

✨if you-were-to-get DISTRESSED you would-start-to-talk MUCH FASTER which-thankfully-never happens because HEROES DONT GET DISTRESSED 👎👎👎✨

Here's some more art of both of them!

This is one of the first Iridia concept arts I made, ft. her lussus!

Here's some early Galani concepts, and me realizing he should be short actually.

sketches of them together!

Pixels arts of them being adorable and in love :D

Also, here's a little chatlog I wrote for them, in their typing quirks:

MH: ✨ hey IRIDIA! 👍✨

MH: ✨ how was WORK today? ✨

IM: … hello . galani ^.^...

IM: … it was . fine …

IM: … mostly -.-

MH: ✨ something happen? 👎✨

IM: … i mean . not really …

IM: … i don.t know ….

IM: … i don't know how . to explain . it was . pretty normal …

IM: … which . might be part of the problem -.-

IM: … but . i think i.d rather talk about something . else …

MH: ✨OK! 👍✨

MH: ✨ want to hear about MECH FIGHTS? ✨

IM: … okay . sure .^.

#homestuck #fantrolls #2024 art #fantroll #homestuck fantroll #hs fantroll #oc #my OCs #oc art #homestuck trolls #galani darmor #iridia rimian #they may have both ended up rather neurodivergent #which i guess isn't surprising considering. me.#I don't post OCs often. let me know if you like them!#art #fanart #Edit: practiced writing image descriptions on this post. hopefully they turned out alright and helpful!#I'm not sure if I'll be able to do this consistently with all posts I make but I plan to try to and do it more often

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mueritos · 2 years

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hmngh. I have therapy today but Im going to bring up what I feel like are my autistic traits to my therapist. Inserting a read more cuz this got long, but if youre autistic, I would really appreciate some input/advice. This is just so long because I desperately am just searching for some sort of validation or anything really, but I guess its also practice to advocate for myself.

She has said in past sessions that if I were autistic i’d be too “high functioning”, but I didnt have the knowledge or words or the introspection then to explain myself better. Ive been reading, taking lots of tests, watching a lot of videos, and reading up on autistic experiences. I relate to quite a bit of it and it has been both validating and equally as confusing. I keep doubting myself at every little thing, like doesn’t everyone feel like this? But i am an introverted possibly autistic person surrounded by friends who are extroverts with adhd, and the differences in our experiences has always been normal to me through the “introvert vs extrovert” perspective. Still, I wore my noise cancelling headphones to a music festival in my home town when out with friends and I felt like it really helped me calm down from the noise and the massive amount of people. Ive been letting myself rock when Im doing things, even if my mom points it out and tells me to stop. Ive been saying no to social gatherings for months now under the guise of “i have work to do”, but really its because I genuinely don’t know how to talk to people when its more than 3 of us in a gathering. I end up getting overwhelmed when people are talking over each other, and its always been worse when they’re drinking. I can handle my extrovert friends sober, but drunk is another story. Suddenly I feel the urge to cover my ears when someone says something a little too loud, I cringe when they speak over each other. I’ve had past experiences of people being excited/loud and I want to cringe from the noise and cover my ears, but I can’t because that would look rude. I don’t express myself the same way as others, and I am constantly confused by questions like “are you excited for __?” or “are you sad to be leaving ___?” No? I’m not, I genuinely don’t know what excitement feels like. I like when things have a start and an end, and I will never feel sad for something to end. I’ve stumped my friends and family when I told them I didn’t feel anything toward studying abroad, toward university, etc and etc. Sure I can feel momentary excitement and happiness, but it’s always been internal. I stress when I receive gifts because I worry I don’t look happy enough.

Like...it’s not normal for people to become irrationally angry or agitated when people burst into my room while Im drawing, right? It breaks my focus, and it’s so frustrating because now I can’t go back to what I was doing. I get irrationally angry when people express their happiness or excitement, because I don’t understand it. It confuses me, like why can’t you keep that inside like me? The last time I expressed true happiness was when I saw an email for a potential client, and I stared shaking my hands. It felt so good, but I would never do that in front of other people. “I’m excited” isn’t even part of my vocabulary is what I say often, but it’s true. It doesnt make sense to me to let everyone in the room know how im feeling. My emotions are very stagnant and I often don’t feel what I am actually feeling until theyre at extremes. I struggle with eating on time or if theres no routine. It’s why summer has always been the worst for me, because theres no longer classes or planned breaks for me to follow. I have mental schedules for each day and if they don’t get done or are disrupted, I get really upset because I expected for things to be done. I wasn’t always good at group work, and I had to learn really hard to be a good leader and not take control of everything. Most of my language and body language is based off what I learned from watching TV, and I remember struggling to be understood by others because of that and because of my speech impediment, which I still struggle with now. I remember getting in trouble in school over things that I thought were socially acceptable because I saw them being done in shows, like being “mean” to people. I followed rules very strictly and other kids found me annoying for it because I would snitch on them for it. I only really ever had one close friend up to high school, where thankfully I found a group of people who were just as weird and as queer as I was.

I constantly get asked if I’m okay because I look upset or sad. Apparently my RBF is that strong, because people have even been intimidated by me. I don’t look people in the eye when I am walking around, I kinda just stomp around because I’m faking being confident because I get so anxious by people staring at me. Eye contact has felt invasive for a long time, especially by strangers. I need large amounts of alone time to feel okay. The worst was when I was working 8am to 9pm for a BIPOC/Queer four day program for my campus. That was literal hell. I have never talked to so many people for so long in my life, and I hope I never have to ever again. I didn’t know it wasn’t normal for someone to get so socially exhuasted that you just withdraw completely. I couldn’t fathom speaking after a few hours, getting words out felt literally painful. All I could do when I got home was sleep and do it all over again. If someone tried talking to me when I got home, I was agitated and couldn’t control it. We had to take group photos and I couldn’t even fake a smile; my face muscles hurt and they began twitching. My inability to fake emotions has always been a problem, and Ive had facial twitching from trying to smile in the past during parties and other gatherings. I also feel like I hurt people when I tell them I dont miss them. I don’t think Ive ever felt like Ive missed anyone. I am perfectly fine on my own, and I think my independence makes other people feel like I dont love them. I struggle in romantic relationships because I feel like I dont show affection in a very traditional sense. Light touching feels awful, but when my boyfriends lays on top of me, it’s like I’m at peace and it feels awesome.

idk. I cud go on and on about this but my ignorance toward social situations, my sensory issues that I cant hide anymore, my difficulty with feeling emotions, and I suppose the way my intelligence was always used as a way to ignore all of these issues; it all has been catching up to me. Maybe it was the pandemic. I loved being at home, but the lack of routine made me depressed. I love wearing masks so people dont look at me and I can hide my deadpan face. Idk. Its just been a bit overwhelming lately as I let myself slowly be more in tune with whats happening. I dont know if i want an official diagnosis, but I guess I just want to feel like im not a freak for being different than my peers. Ive always felt behind them

If u read this far pheww thanks but now u know a lot more about my pysche than some of my friends haha. Its just been hard because my friends are starkly different than me, even if they are ND as well.

o well. guess ill figure things out

#muertotalks #asd #we'll see how todays therapy session goes #i was looking at my old middle skool diary and i got kinda sad #i was struggling so hard to fit and i was so depressed #i couldnt understand why my mind hated me and why it was so hard to be in school #sure i was feeling gender dysphoria without knowing it #but so much of what i reread sounded like...autistic burnout...#idk #we'll see #ive always been the weird kid #boutta add another weird warrior cat kid to the autistic ranks

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eatmy-customjorts · 1 year

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sorry not sorry I follow your blog like a hawk so here's some hcs!

Mitsuba has to consciously make a reflection for himself otherwise he doesn't have one

cooking is Kou's love language, he got this from his mother because after she died and he made a Minamoto special Teru got really quiet and emotional

Natsuhiko and Mitsuba dye their hair! Natsuhiko kept his bottom hair his original color so his original hair color was dark brown and Mitsuba's hair color used to be a more rosey light brown

Aoi has always wanted to join theatre but never had the guts to audition, she occasionally says lines from movies she's watched alone

Teru hums to himself when alone because his mother used to to sooth him

Akane pierced his ears with Yamabuki

Natsuhiko is a soda addict, no really he can't live without it!

Aoi likes to watch people sleep, she thinks they look pretty and it's easier for her when they don't consciously know she's looking at them, Akane knows of this habit

Akane loves how people look when they cry, he thinks their eyelashes are pretty and loves how their eyes gleam

Akane has two dad's no cap

Teru bites his nails when stressed but gets self conscious of them

Kou and Mitsuba like to listen to music together because Mitsuba hasn't heard music much

Mitsuba's hair is curly

Aoi has mild face blindness, especially when her father smiles towards her

Nene always checks her horoscope! never know what love has in store for her today

that's all for now! I have many more though😳

im going to EXPLODE these are amazing i love them

-i LOVE the third one im picturing them in the broadcast room just sitting there with dye in their hair doing whatever

-THEATRE KID AOI YES new favorite headcanon,,, coming from a huge theatre kid she definitely would be

-that teru one has got me crying over here oh my god he really would he probably does it all the time and started doing it for tiara too to soothe her when shes sad or upset even though she wouldn't remember her mom doing that anyways... sobs

-literally on the verge of drawing the akane and lemon piercing one when im done with my homework holy shit i love

-TERU BITING HIS NAILS that fits so well actually like hes seen as perfect by people around him but he always bites his nails and its like his little thing (me core)

-so true with the music one mitsuba would have one of kou's airpods (if he uses airpods) on one ear and across the class kou would be listening with the other

these are all so fitting i am absolutely obsessed with them!!!! they all fit so perfectly its amazing

#asks #headcanons #tbhk #this submission is my new favorite thing ever

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hi, can I please get a romantic marvel match up? im 18, and im an intp, 5w4, slytherin, true neutral, and a capricorn. I'm cisgender and my pronouns are she/her, and I'm bisexual with a heavier preference for guys. I'm 5 foot 3, fair skinned, and midsized/curvy. I also have brown curly hair just below my shoulders and light brown eyes. I'm usually wearing cuffed jeans, a shirt with some show or movie reference on it, and converse. My hobbies are writing (novels and poetry), reading (books and comics), baking, watching shows and movies, drawing/painting (even though I suck at it and it makes me upset half the time) and playing piano. I love mythology and ancient history, and I'm very interested in anthropology. I would love to work in a museum and become an author one day. I struggle with social anxiety and depression, but once I open up I ramble a lot to people I trust and I use humor a lot to cope. I'm a very loyal friend who loves to help solve problems. thanks so much if you get to mine!

Hello, thank you for the request! Sorry this took a bit longer part of it is cause I was busy the other part was that idk marvel is a bit harder for me to write for idk why but i digress…DRUMROLL PLEASE

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

PETER PARKER!!!

Imm just say it, you two are huge nerds. And nerds are highly attracted to each other. I would know. Anyway,

You two met on a field trip, but not in the way you'd expect. You see you two actually went to different schools, however you and MJ were childhood friends and she had gotten you an internship at your local museum which they so happened to be visiting.

The students were released in groups to go explore the museum as they wished (within reason of course we don't need to be creating any more spider people in this universe). MJ, Ned, Betty, and most importantly Peter were in a group together (because of random chance aka my magical powers as the author).

MJ being MJ went off first to see what she was interested in, and to escape Ned and Betty being lovey dovey and cringe (by the power invested in me as the writer I pronounce Ned and Betty still a couple). Peter feeling awkward as the 3rd/4th wheel decided to go with her.

After a while he lost track of where she went. So, he decided to look for her in the Greek mythology section, where you just so happened to be working on your shift today.

During your time here MJ was hoping to push you towards working on your social anxiety so you could achieve your dreams. Only thing is that you usually avoid most of the patrons unless your manager asks for something specific, which they usually don't because they're quite the control freak and do everything themselves.

Anyway, when you heard there would be visitors from one of the nearby genius schools you decided to hide out in the mythology exhibits. Unluckily for you however Peter, one of the many students you were trying to avoid, had spotted you.

Peter being the actual puppy that he is decided to ask you if you had seen his friend, when he noticed your Star Wars t-shirt. Immediately he was asking you all kinds of questions about what your favorite movie in the franchise was, who your favorite character was, if you liked any of the other movies he had mentioned.

If you were being honest, it was a little overwhelming. This random boy just ran up to you and started asking you questions before you could respond, but if you were being honest it was refreshing to have someone to share interests with you. Your coworkers didn't know what you were talking about, and even though MJ was willing to listen to your ramblings she didn't really find interest in it just happy that it made you happy.

After his rambling Peter finally introduces himself. Deciding to take a leap of faith you decide to continue talking to him, and you get along swimmingly. After you two exchange numbers MJ finally shows up (she actually found you guys 5 minutes ago but didn't want to interrupt you guys) to tell peter it was time to go.

If you thought that was the last, you would see of Peter then you were dead wrong. Ever since that day Peter had been texting you every day to get to know you better. You guys would nerd out over franchises, debate about science and history, and would show off your latest works to each other (him his science experiments and you your art/writing).

After a year, Peter decided he was finally going to tell you his secret, well secrets. 1. being the fact that he was spiderman, and 2. the fact that he had a massive crush on you. So, after building up his courage he finally asked you out, and he the perfect idea for the date.

On the day in question, you got a text from him saying to come to the roof of your building. When you reached it, you saw a mop of brown hair in a red and blue suit smiling sheepishly at you. After he dropped the bomb and gave you time to process it you two headed on your date: a tour of New York from the roof tops.

He swung you all around New York from Queens, to Brooklyn, to Midtown, to Staten Island. You soared all across the city safe in the strong grip of Peter's arms and admired the view. The final stop was atop the head of the Statue of Liberty where lay a candle lit dinner for two, and the rest is history.

A word to sum up the life after would be absolutely adorkable. You two are a nerdy hopelessly romantic couple and the best of friends. Always laughing together and sharing support for each other's dreams and passions. Even as Peter's spiderman life gets hectic and his Parker luck rears his ugly head, he'll always be there for you and protect you, and you him.

Wow this turned more into a fic then a matchup, but I hope you like it.

Runners Up: Kamala Khan, Kate Bishop, Steven Grant, Scott Lang, Bruce Banner

#multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #matchups #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #peter parker #peter parker x reader

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Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

I have been sleeping early than usual actually. I think I am just ready for the last few days to past but it feels like the week is dragging lol

Oh wow that is pretty late. I'm surprised that Emily had energy to open presents and play at that time hahaha I would have been telling her to go sleep or santa will take the presents back lol just kidding I wouldn't do that to a 2 year old.

By the way, has it snowed there yet?

That's exciting! Are you guys going to just drive to Texas or fly again?

I tried moscow mule once.. was not a big fan of it 😅 I think I only really ordered it for the little mug hahahaha 😆

Same, I think most places that I've been to that served tiramisu only uses sponge cake. Yeah, I'm planning on making that mango dessert again but with less condensed milk. I am already too sweet. Hahahaha just kidding 😂

CA does have a lot of filipino places 😭 my uncle lives there and I want to visit him next year so that he can take me to all the restaurants that have good filipino chefs. Here there's only one place I know that was open a few years ago, but I don't know if they still are after the whole covid thing 🥲 there is a lady that I found on Facebook that caters and does pick up orders for filipino food though. I ordered her food once and it was decent.

Do you guys have Indonesian snacks that you'd recommend? Since I can't find any Indonesian restaurants here, I may be able to get snacks at the small oriental store we have in Omaha.

Hm that's interesting 🤔 all your movie choices have barely any dramatic scenes. Have you always been like that, not wanting to cry because you think it shows weakness? (Sorry if that came out bad and rude, I don't mean to be rude)

I have to think about mine too because I am drawing blank for 3 movies. I can only think of one that always make me cry and that's the Phantom of the Opera - the part where they sing all I ask of you and then the ending part around where Christine kisses the phantom.

Next, name 3 movies that you could watch on repeat and never get tired of.

By the way, I made a separate account and started writing! Well I don't know if you'd consider it writing, but I posted mostly conversation stuff between r and characters (mainly Wanda).

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello corn-punn!

How r u today? Aw thats no fun u sleep earlier than usual.. just kidding.

Why u cant wait for the days to past? R u that ready for new year? 😆😁 whats ur plan for new year?

Haha yeah, i let her play but then she followed whn i said it's time to bed..thank god..hahahha.

No, it hasnt been snow or anything here..im so upset right now..🙄 it's not even that cold here.. only 66.

We r driving to t3xas.. it's only 3.5 hours.

Haha i love moscow mule. It's one of my favorite cocktails. I have a set of the copper mugs n the shakers. My husband gave me. Lol. I guess i love moscow mule that much that he gave them to me.lol. my most favorite drink is apple martini and a cocktail named buttery nipple 😅 (it's baileys and butterschotch schnaps).

Haha i used to joke like that about me being too sweet already n thats why i dont need any more sugar on anything 🤣

But i agree with u, u r a sweet person so dont put too much condensed milk,okay?

Hmm right now i cant think of any snacks.. i like Beng Beng it's like snickers but more chocolaty n less caramel. I like the superman wafers.hahah. there is this sweet tea it's called teh botol but it's in a box 😅 it's my favorite. It's very famous there.

Ah i see. Yeah sometimes facebook have some information of our country food..sometimes it can be pricey though. U can google indonesian food n if u have any questiom about it, u can ask me.

Yeah,i'm always like that. I guess it's because i try to look strong in front of my sister. U know, to be a good example for her.

My sister is more expressive than i am. I would try n pretend to be strong until i break down n even that i usually choose to be alone when i have a break down. 😅

So it will hurt my pride too if i cry just because of movies.

I love phantom of the opera.. n that All I Ask Of You is one of my favorite song from that show.

3 movies i never get tired to watch..well,since im in the mood of rebel so i will give u more than 3. 😅😆

1. The Proposal

2. White Chick

3. Any modern family episodes

4. Devils Wear Prada

5. Age Of Ultron

6. Greta

7. 13 Going 30

8. How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

9. Hot Chicks

How bout u?

Next questions

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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mrfutureboy · 3 years

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#original entry #im going to bed because i am tired but i am going to vent a little bit first and what better place than right here on tumblr dot com #tho frankly part of my quarrel here is WITH tumblr dot com but alas i dont want to actually bother anyone with this irl and i dont expect #anyone to read the tags on this post especially since i am intentionally lengthening them #now heres my problem: being an artist (on tumblr)#actually im just gonna cut to the chase #my favorite artworks that ive done get like. no attention. and it hurts!#obviously i cant be mad that people might just not like my art cuz whats the point in getting upset over something i cant control #its just really annoying that the doodles i spend very little time on get more recognition than shit i actually put time into #(im going to make some comparisons but i do have to realize that. again. certain things just might not be peoples cup of tea)#(like i LOVE the cowboy marty thing i posted today but some people might see it and think ‘oh thats too weird i dont like it’)#based on technical skill and style alone i want to compare the cowboy marty to the ‘youll never be 5’7’’ drawing #cowboy marty has a lot going for it i mean its fully colored and shaded and its even got a real background for chrissakes. i put a lot of ti #me into it...like 8 notes. (tho i know when theo sees it more people will b exposed to it but who knows if theyll like it)#the ‘5’7’’’ drawing literally took like 15 min to do and theres really not much going on there. 100+ notes.#i’m grateful people liked it that much but damn...it just makes me feel like its not worth trying to make actual art because no one likes it #not many people liked sailor marty either but that was also a weird concept so thats probably part of it. i LOVE how sailor marty turned out #like i spent so much time on that too!! given what most of my digital art looks like its a fucking masterpiece!#i also love my doc and marty piece from forever ago but i think people interpreted it as ship and were off put by it. tho tbh i would redo #martys face bc i hate how i drew his profile now lfkslsk.#but yeah. i feel discouraged and kinda upset that tumblr doesnt seem to really appreciate the art i put real time and effort i my o #*into. like what do i have to do to get you to like it. is it REALLY that the concept is too kooky?? because yall love shitpost art so idgi.#(tho i dont think of my art as shitposts i think theyre genuine ways of interacting with content)#its also hitting me hard bc i like...want to try and become a better artist and somehow worm my way into the professional art world #but when i try new things to improve my digital art no one cares or likes it. so yeah. discouraging stuff.#idk maybe i shouldnt speak so soon with cowboy marty idk what times im supposed to post stuff so yall see it. cuz obv that factors in too bu #t....idk man. anyway this has been my vent post. if u made it all the way down here then thanks for listening

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taintedcigs · 2 years

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a little death: epiphany [bucky x reader, steve x reader series]

summary: bucky has an epiphany

pairing(s): bucky x reader, steve x reader, bucky x nat, steve x nat.

warnings: mentions of being drunk/high, swearing, bucky being an idiot, natasha is the best person to exist tbh

a/n: HELLOOO im back!! im glad you guys are liking this series and im sorry for this bad chapter but the next is going to be worth it i PROMISE.

songs to listen to: everything by the black skirts, draw your swords by angus & julia stone.

“You wanna tell me what this is all about?” Natasha asked calmly.

As soon as he took a place on the couch, the realization hit Bucky, what the fuck was he doing here?

He never thought of it this far, Nat was Steve’s fucking girlfriend, and here he was, about to confess his “love” to his best friend’s girlfriend.

God, did he feel like an absolute douche.

“I just- Fuck.” He cursed as he ran his hands through his face, in an attempt to sober himself up and stop this god forsaken mess of a confession.

“Okay- shit.” He cursed again and at this point Nat was just confused out of her mind, standing there awkwardly.

“I- I fucking need to get this out or I will never do it.” Bucky muttered, facing her now.

Natasha’s eyes curiously watched his movements, her brow raised in confusion.

“Go ahead?” She said unsure.

“Fuck, I-” Why was he a blabbering mess? This would have been so much easier if it was you.

You. He really fucked that up today, didn’t he? Spitting out the lowest blows, when he was just mad that you were still stupidly in love with him.

Did he even have the right to be mad?

He was in love with Nat, for fuck’s sake.

Or was he?

He cursed his mind as he got his thoughts together.

“Fuck, here it goes.” His eyes widened.

“Nat, I- I love you.” He muttered out pretty quickly, shutting his eyes in the process in order to avoid the whole awkwardness.

He didn’t know what to expect as her reaction, he didn’t expect a kiss, he expected a pity hug, maybe a shocking gasp, or the more possible option a slap in his face for confessing his so called love to his best friends girlfriend.

What he didn’t even account to was a laugh.

Not even a laugh, a fucking snort if you will.

And it didn’t even stop for a while, not until Nat muttered an apology and got herself together.

Bucky was now visibly confused, maybe a little hurt.

“What… what is so funny?” He asked taken aback. And Nat cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t want to seem insensitive.” She sounded sincere.

“I- just-“ She took a breath.

“You love me, Bucky? Really?” She asked tilting her head, sort of amused.

Bucky was visibly getting upset now, he had the courage to finally confess, and she was now overtly mocking him.

“Can you like stop all this laughing shit?” He asked annoyed, Nat muttered out an apology.

“Look, Bucky.” Nat started taking a place on the other couch, far away from Bucky.

“You’re not in love with me.” Nat looked him in the eyes, and Bucky shook his head.

“Yes, I am…” His voice was louder, Nat shook her head.

“Bucky, when was the last time we ever talked, other than us talking about Steve.” She asked.

“Did we ever have any conversation that was even longer than two minutes?” She continued.

“We’re not even friends, Bucky.” He was silent.

“I mean, for fuck’s sake do you even know anything about me?” He nodded pretty quickly and Nat chuckled.

“Oh, do you?” She mocked. “Then what is my favorite color?” No answer.

“What is my sister’s name?” Bucky had no clue.

“I’m sorry, those were probably too hard.” She mocked.

“What is my middle name?” She asked, raising her brow, no words left Bucky’s lips.

He didn’t know what to say, because he felt stupid. So stupid.

You had told him this the entire time, and deep down he knew, he knew that his feelings for Nat were purely surface-level. At least not on the same page as the ones you had for Steve.

Fucking Steve. He knew Steve was his best friend, but he couldn’t help but be mad at him, for stealing you away from him unknowingly.

He actually felt pathetic, he was confessing to Nat, while still thinking about you.

Bucky wanted to open his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Nat left out a heavy sigh, “Bucky, that “fling” we had in college wasn’t even a proper thing, it was purely physical, and we didn’t even go all the way. You knew I was doing it to get Steve’s attention, it was stupid and selfish of me. And I’m really sorry about that.” She cleared her throat.

“So, I don’t love you, and you don’t love me.” Her eyes were trained on the ground.

“But I love Steve, I’m sure of that, and I’m just as much sure of the fact that you don’t love me. We never really had anything.” Her voice was soft, and calm, doing her best to make Bucky understand.

“We never knew each other, properly, never had anything than a surface level conversation, and we never clicked in anyway possible.”

“I- Fuck.” Bucky was left speechless. “I’m an absolute idiot.” He muttered.

Nat chuckled softly, “I feel like there’s other reasons behind this visit, Barnes, perhaps something you’re trying to hide?” She raised her damn brow again.

Bucky was confused, what the fuck was she implying at, and what the fuck did she know?

“There is.” The words muttered out of his mouth quickly, so quickly, and he wanted to blame his high/drunk self for it but in reality he was just dying to talk to anyone about it, talk to anyone about you.

“Y/N?” Nat asked all-knowingly. Bucky did not expect her to find out right away, his face visibly scrunched in confusion.

“I see the way she looks at you.” She murmured, and Bucky felt that immense happiness again.

The way she looks at you? What did she even look at Bucky like?

“She looks at you so gently, every time. Even when she is angry, jealous, hurt, disappointed. Always a little glimmer behind them.”

Bucky felt his insides twist almost, did you look at him like that? How the fuck could he miss this?

“Bucky, don’t you get it already?” Nat rolled her eyes.

“You obviously have feelings for her, and you’re trying to push them away by “confessing” your fake love to me, to avoid your actual feelings?”

“Have you ever realized why you put unrealistic expectations to every women you meet? Realized how you tried to do them to me, when in reality I was nothing you thought of me?”

“It is because you know no one will be able to reach those unrealistic expectations, because they’re not fucking real, you made them up to be that way because you’re afraid of actual intimacy. You’re afraid of feeling something real for a real person, not an imagination you made up in your mind.”

Oh, Bucky was fucked now. He could see it all.

He felt like he was in therapy and his therapist was finally revealing all the wrong shit he did, and it did not feel good.

“You’re afraid of Y/N and her feelings, and also your own, and you keep trying to push her, because for once, it is real.” Nat felt pretty satisfied with herself as she finished.

“For once, you actually have genuine feelings, for someone that you really know, and it scares you.”

There was silence for a while, as Bucky tried his best to take it all in, with his state of mind.

“I fucked up big time with her, didn’t I?” He asked sincerely, his voice was soft.

“I suppose.” Nat answered honestly, obviously not knowing what happened between the two of you.

“I- I should go.” Bucky was embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Nat, that was just so fucking stupid and selfish. You’re Steve’s girlfriend, I should have never-”

“It’s okay, Bucky. It was just a misunderstanding” Nat cut him off, accepting his apology and giving him a curt smile.

Bucky slowly got up, still muttering apologies, “Bucky?” Natasha called out as Bucky turned slowly.

“You know, I need to tell Steve about this, right?” Bucky knew this was coming.

“Uhh- sure.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

Before he finally went to leave, “Is it okay, if I tell him?” He asked.

Nat nodded, “Yeah, sure.” She gave him a small smile, and as Bucky muttered out his last apology he finally left, going back to his to finally sit with his thoughts, and properly sober up.

When you finally arrived at your apartment, you were a blabbering mess, crying uncontrollably as you called Wanda on your way home.

It didn’t take her more than five minutes to sprint to your house, arriving minutes later than you did.

As soon as you opened the door for her, you collapsed, engulfing her in a hug, her heart breaking at the sound of your sobs.

Your chokes died out after a while as you attempted to calm yourself and Wanda stroked your hair slowly, placing you on the couch while grabbing a glass of water.

“I’m such an idiot.” Your lips were trembling as Wanda quickly shook his head. “You’re not an idiot, Y/N. You love him.” That part stung.

You didn’t want to love him, you didn’t want to love someone who had caused you this much pain, who threw you away like you had meant nothing.

Who served you with harsh words about your insecurities you had told him with trust and confidence.

Maybe you were overreacting, but you didn’t care, your face was running with your mascara and you had downed that bottle of wine, you were allowed, you decided.

“I hate him.” You spit out. “It doesn’t matter.” Wanda shook your thoughts away.

“You’re not an idiot, he’s the only one who’s an idiot here.” She reassured.

“And he better watch himself at me and Vis’ party.” Wanda did an intimate look and you groaned.

“I fucking forgot about that!” Wanda gave a slight sigh.

“You... you really don’t have to come, Y/N.” She was sympathetic, even though she really wanted you to be there.

“No! No way!” You protested. “I’m not running away from that fucking asshole.” Your face was almost red.

Wanda cheered you on, “Exactly!” She added.

A chime on your phone distracted you, and you checked the notification.

Buck: I’m sorry.

You scoffed, he had the nerve.

You: Fuck you.

Buck: Can we please talk?

You were contemplating, and Wanda was curiously watching you, you wanted more than anything to talk with Bucky, to curse him out, get angry at him, and maybe fall back into the sheets later, but then again, this time he had really hurt you.

Another notification chime distracted you once again.

Buck: Please.

You: I don’t ever want to see you again, James.

James? Oh, Bucky had really fucked up.

And he could feel pain ozzing from his body, he felt numb for that one second, then he felt stupid for doing all of this.

Just because he could mask his stupid feelings, just because he was such an idiot that he didn’t realize what was wrong with him.

Bucky didn’t want to bother nor cause you pain anymore as he almost threw the phone aggressively, running his hand through his face in frustration.

He was thinking back to his conversation with Nat.

What they had talked about, what she said to him.

He once again realized, those words would have probably sting if this was Bucky 4 months ago.

But it didn’t.

The “I don’t love you.” Didn’t sting, the “You don’t know me’s” didn’t cause anything inside of him. He didn’t care.

None of what Nat said mattered.

But the “I don’t wanna see you anymore.”, the “James” hurt, he could feel his insides tighten just remembering those words, flashbacks of your tired eyes, your trembling lips as you were about to burst into a cry, right before you left.

He felt so guilty, he wanted to punch himself.

But at least now he was sure of two things.

1. He didn’t love Nat, he never did.

2. He loved you, truly, irrevocably.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fanfic #mcu imagines #bucky barnes

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Part Ten. Faces

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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